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- [Narrator] Previously, on "The Dirty D."

- What happens in the Dirty D stays in the Dirty D.

- I'm leaving Tiffany, bro.

I love Tiffany to death,

but I ain't in love with her no more.

- See, that's why I told Tiffany she was wrong

about Brick thinking you was a drug dealer.

- You think this shit a game?

- What the? - Huh?

- [Woman] Terrance, what the-

- Kyra was the one serving the customers in VIP,

and I think she's in on it too.

- Don't worry, you can still be our little secret, baby.

- How the fuck this get in here?

- I'm here to give you

until the end of the week to let Kyra go,

or else I'll have this bitch raided and shut down.

- If I expose Jason, Marcus,

or whatever the fuck his name is to Brick,

he gonna think that I really

had something to do with this shit.

- Go ahead, then, shoot me, bitch.

- [Woman] The fuck?

(tense instrumental music)

(woman gasping)

(upbeat instrumental music)

* Radio *

* She said she wanna go to Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town in the world *

* That could sound like this *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life *

* That's my town *

* Living in the fast lane, can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown city of the blues *

* Feel like Berry Gordy when I step inside this booth *

* I need a Diana who gon' come and sing the tunes *

* So I can hit up Cider when I need to bust a move *

* Yeah baby I'm from Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town in the world *

* That could sound like this *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life *

* That's my town *

* Living in the fast lane, can't slow down *

(ominous instrumental music) (police radios crackling)

- So, what time was it when you arrived here for work?

- Around three P.M.

I usually get here a little early

just so I could kick it with Nicki before my shift.

She's the bartender of the club.

- [Captain] And what made you believe

that something was going on?

- Well first, when I came in,

the door was wide open.

And I thought that was something that the police did,

you know, after the raid or something?

But then I found Tiffany's gun on the table,

and I found this laying on the floor,

so I knew something was wrong.

- And you're absolutely positive

this belongs to Tiffany Davis?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

Her photo's the screensaver.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Do me a favor,

have Jimmy bag this for me, please?

All right, look.

I'm gonna need something more than just a cellphone

and an open door, okay?

So, is there anything else

that you can think of, anything at all?

I mean, was there some strange car parked in the parking lot

with some weirdo hanging out by the door?

Anything you can think of to help us out.

- I mean, you probably should just ask Kyra.

She's a bottle girl here.

- Why the hell does that name sound so familiar to me?

- Look, I don't know, but she was

having an affair with Brick, okay?

And maybe she wanted to get Tiffany out the way

and have him all to herself.

- Were you also having

extracurricular activities with Mr. Davis?

- What?

Man, are you serious?

Of course not.

Look, can I go now?

- If you think of anything, anything at all,

doesn't matter how small the information is, okay?

My number's on this card.

Call me.

As soon as something comes to your mind, you understand?

You're free to go.

I'm telling ya,

this shit just doesn't stop.

And no sooner did we get Brick Davis in jail,

and his wife comes up missing.

Not to mention the fact that our informant, Nicki,

the one that I put here?

She's still missing.

- And there's still no word on her whereabouts?

- No.

The last time I talked to her,

she promised me she had information on Brick.

Matter of fact, we were supposed to have a meeting today.

Sure as hell doesn't look like that's gonna happen.

- Well I mean, at least we have Brick locked up.

- When it comes to Brick Davis,

I wanna throw everything we have at that man.

I don't care if it's jaywalking

while he's rolling a joint, okay?

I wanna make sure that we have at least one thing

to stick on that man

to keep his ass in jail, you understand?

- Yes, sir.

- Why don't you go see

what Jimmy's picked up over there, okay?

- Copy.

(tense instrumental music)

(someone knocking)

- All set?

- Yes.

- Okay.

Everything looks good.

Just need to get a couple vitals on you.

Put this on your finger, please.

Check your temperature.

(thermometer beeping)

Okay, 97.3.

Take that.

- [Kyra] You said 97.3?

- Yeah, it's good.

And I will get the doctor for you.

Oh, here you are.

- Hey.

Miss Kyra, how we doing today?

- [Kyra] I'm okay.

- Just okay, for a mother to be?

- I mean, I guess I'm just tired

with all the stuff I got going on.

- Now, you know it's very important

for the health of the baby

that you get the proper amount of rest, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay, so it looks like you're about eight weeks along.

- Eight weeks?

- Give or take a few days.

Now, I'm going to prescribe you some prenatal vitamins.

The pharmacy downstairs

seem to sell 'em on the cheaper side.

- Okay.

- Okay?

I wanna see you back in about 30 days.

- But what if I'm not sure if I wanna keep it or not?

- Then you have to decide quickly.

Complications from abortions increases greatly

the further you are into your pregnancy.

- Okay. - Okay?

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Eight weeks?

(someone knocking)

- All right.

You are all set.

And we have some information here that you can read over,

just different resources for you.

- Okay, thank you.

- All right, thank you, have a good day.

- You too.

- Shoot, what's up Kyra?

- What's up, Boom?

What you doing here?

- Little man runnin' a fever.

Just picking up some medicine.

What you...

Is that Brick baby?

- Does it matter?

I've been sending messages to him

through you for the longest.

He haven't called me, nothing.

- Come on, Kyra, you know it's not like that.

It's a lotta shit goin' on right now.

- And at the end of the day,

that's just another lame ass excuse.

- Look, Brick got a bond hearing

in a couple days, all right?

Hopefully they'll give him a bond

while he fighting this case.

- Hopefully.

But look, can you keep this between me and you?

I'd rather tell Brick I'm pregnant by myself.

And it's not like he could do shit about it anyway.

- All right, I got you.

If it ain't one thing, it's a fuckin' 'nother.

- You guys find anything yet?

- Just a regular house.

(tense instrumental music)

But whoever was here was in a definite rush to leave.

The front door was unlocked,

and there was food left out on the counter.

- What about blood,

did you guys find any of that?

- Not in here.

I'm headed to the bedroom next.

- All right.

Be sure you guys check for trace evidence, okay?

I want blood and DNA.

Let me know what you find.

- Will do.

(tense instrumental music)

(Captain sighing)

- Why the hell do I get the feeling you didn't just get up

and run outta here all on your own?

(buzzer ringing)

(inmates shouting)

- Damn, bro.

Never thought the day would come when I would see this shit.

- Yeah nigga, me neither.

Fuck goin' on out there, dog?

Tiffany ain't answering the phone,

she ain't been to see me?

This ain't like Tiff, dog.

I don't give a fuck what we been through,

she always been there, dog.

- Yeah, I know.

- Something ain't right.

- Look man, I hate to be the nigga to tell a nigga bad news,

especially on any situation like this.

Nothin' I can do about it, at that.

- Nigga, say what the fuck you gotta say.

- Tiffany missing, bro.

- Missing?

What the fuck you mean, missing?

- The night you got locked up,

her and Boom went back to the club

to try to fix it up after the cops ransacked that bitch.

Boom had an emergency and had to go, and he left her there.

That was the last time anybody saw her.

- Man, why the fuck would Boom

leave her in the club by herself, dog?

- I don't know.

That's something you have to ask him.

No but look, bruh,

we got way more important ish to think about.

We still gotta pay the connect for that last drop.

You know them niggas don't give a fuck

about what's going on.

- Yeah, well I don't know how the fuck I'mma do that

with Tiffany missing, nigga.

Shit, she got access to all my accounts.

I mean, my lawyer got access to a couple of 'em,

but I don't trust that nigga like that.

- Yeah.

Well, I might have a solution to our problem.

- Nigga, what the fuck is this?

- It's a power of attorney.

Give me legal authority over all your assets.

- I trust you, nigga, but I don't trust you that much.

- Fuck, Brick.

You gotta trust somebody

'til we find out what the fuck is going on with Tiff.

- All right, how long we got?

- A few days, max.

Look bro, we gotta open the club back up, man.

Bills need to be paid.

Nigga, I know you not trying to waste

that money that you investing.

Plus, all the fuckin' fees

that you got racking up while you in this bitch?

- [Brick] Fuck, dog.

- If it makes you feel any better,

this shit only gives me some legal access.

I can't sell none of yo assets,

and I can only take no more than $20,000 without you,

or your lawyer's permission.

- Man, this shit only while I'm locked up.

- As soon as you're a free man,

it's null and void, bro.

My word.

(eerie instrumental music)

- [Terrance] What's going on, Captain?

- What, you mean something other than this weak ass coffee?

- Well, I'm glad to see your sense of humor coming back.

I mean, it's been pretty tense around here

since the murder of Officer Marcus.

- Ah, you know.

It's always tough when you lose one of your own.

He was a good officer, and better man.

- Yeah, just wish I would've got a chance to meet him

the night he was murdered.

I mean, whatever it is he wanted to talk to me about

sounded like it was really important.

- Hey, you never know.

We might still find out.

- Wait Cap, I thought with Brick being locked up

for the murder of Officer Marcus

that the investigation into the Davises were closed,

and the case was over.

- No, look.

With Tiffany Davis being reported missing,

and her CI, Nicki, she's still MIA?

This case is far from over, Officer.

If you ask me, Brick Davis has his hand in all this mess.

I'm gonna do everything I can to prove it.

- But how could Brick be behind

the disappearance of his wife

if we arrested him before Tiffany disappeared?

- Somebody's helping him.

Yeah, I don't know.

Maybe it was Brick's partner

that Marcus wanted to talk to me about.

Also, you and I both know that our good friend, Mr. Davis,

has a tendency to cheat on his wife from time to time,

so maybe he's got a little sidepiece

hiding out there someplace, somebody we don't know about.

Tell you what, why don't you go

do some digging around, okay?

Maybe start with that witness

that we talked to over at the club.

That bottle girl, or whatever the hell.

See what she knows.

I think she might be onto something.

- That's gonna be hard to do, Cap.

The club hasn't even opened back up yet.

- You know, if I know Brick Davis the way I believe I do,

it'll be up and running in no time.

- I need to make a police report.

My sister is missing,

and nobody in this raggedy ass city seems to give a fuck!

- Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am.

I got this, it's all right.

Ma'am, please, calm down, okay?

What seems to be the problem?

- What the fuck you mean, calm down?

My sister has been missing,

and y'all niggas just now notifying me?

- Look, sometimes it takes us a few days

to locate the next of kin

and let 'em know something's going on with their family.

All right?

Tell you what, how about if I have one of my officers

take you into one of our interview rooms

to get some information from you, all right?

Let us see how you can help us locate your sister, okay?

So tell me this.

What's your sister's name, ma'am?

- Tiffany.

Tiffany Davis.

Is it a problem?

- No ma'am, there's no problem at all, okay?

Tell you what, you go with this officer right here.

His name is Terrance.

He's gonna take good care of you.

Just get some information from you, all right?

Catch up with you guys in a while.

- Okay, come on ma'am.

Right this way, ma'am.

- Don't worry about it.

It's all taken care of.

- Okay, Ms. Davis, is it?

- Hell no.

Davis is Tiffany's sorry ass husband's last name.

My last name is Roberts.

- Okay, Ms. Roberts.

When's the last time you spoke with your sister?

- The day before she went missing.

She was telling me how her husband Brick

was planning on leaving her

for some young bitch he was messing around with.

- Okay, anything else?

- No.

Only that if he left her,

she was gonna make sure that nigga left with nothing.

Most of everything was in my sister's name.

- Ms. Roberts, has your sister ever gone missing before?

- No.

I mean, she'll get a room for a few days

if her and Brick were into it.

But she'll always call me

and let me know where she's staying, always.

- Ms. Roberts, are you aware that your sister's best friend

was murdered inside of her spa a couple weeks ago?

- What? - Oh my god!

No!

- And is there any reason why she wouldn't tell you this?

I mean, considering from your words,

Ms. Roberts, the two of you are best friends?

(ominous instrumental music)

- Wait, hold on. - Wait a minute.

- Fuck you's trying to get at?

I'm up here trying to find my missing sister

and you sitting in front of my face trying to implicate me?

You got me fucked up.

You know, this is exactly

why people don't trust the police now.

Y'all stay on bullshit.

- Well unfortunately, we don't have much more information

than what we already knew.

Which is, we got a call from an employee

at the club the other day,

and when we interviewed her,

she said that when she arrived for work that day,

the door to the club was propped open.

(ominous instrumental music)

- Fuckin' figures.

You know what, y'all not good for shit.

Y'all really aren't, and you know what, I promise you,

if anything has happened to my sister,

I'm flipping this city and everybody in it

upside the fuck down.

Come on, Giovanni.

- Well, that escalated now didn't it?

- Yeah, we got more work to do.

- Hey.

Look, I got a couple pictures.

I don't know how much help it'll do,

but figure it's some type of lead.

- Why don't you take him up front, all right?

See if we can get these printed out.

- Copy. - Thank you.

(tense instrumental music)

(ominous instrumental music)

- [Boom] Fuck is this?

- Fuck it look like, nigga?

I'm preparing to have a meeting with my staff

for the reopening of the Dirty D.

In Tiffany and Brick's absence, of course.

- Your staff?

Motherfucker, anybody gonna run this club

while Brick locked up, it's gonna be me.

- Ah Boom, this is Brick's power of attorney,

leaving me over all of Brick's affairs.

Or did you forget that Brick and I are business partners?

- Nigga, you know you and Brick business

ain't got shit to do with this club.

- See this piece of paper right here, Boom?

It gives me authority

over all of Brick's business, and legal matters.

Boom, I have a meeting to start in a few minutes,

so if you'll excuse me, I'mma get to it.

(ominous instrumental music)

- [Nicki] I see I'm not the only one back in black.

- [Employee] Girl, fuck you.

- Bitch, this shit ain't over with.

- I hope not.

- Watch yo back.

Bitch, where the hell you ass been?

I've been blowing your phone up since the other night.

- Girl, between me studying for finals,

trying to figure out

how I'm gonna pay this high ass rent Brick left me,

and trying to figure out what the fuck goin' on

with him in jail, I ain't ready to talk to nobody.

- Hold on, you mean to tell me this nigga

moved you into that expensive ass apartment,

and didn't pay the rent for the next couple of months?

- I don't think he knew he was gonna get locked up, India.

- Girl, that nigga know what lifestyle he living,

and shit like this can happen.

The least he could've did was paid your bills

for the next couple of months

so you weren't out on your ass.

- That's not gonna happen.

I never give Terrance sorry ass

a chance to say I told you so.

The fuck?

- Trust me, Terrance got way more pressure to worry about

than some sorry ass I told you sos.

- What you talkin' 'bout?

- Girl, that's why I been calling you.

You not gonna believe this shit.

So the other night- - Have everybody's attention?

Ladies, now I know everybody is concerned

with the fate of the Dirty D.

Rightfully so, considering Tiffany missing,

and Brick is locked up.

But I can assure you we gonna do

exactly what they would expect us to do,

and that's open up the doors

of the Dirty D to our customers, immediately.

Of course, with a few changes.

New uniforms, new VIP rooms.

- And when is Brick gonna be back?

- Brick will be back when he get back.

Listen, if anybody has any problems

with these new adjustments,

you can get the fuck on anytime.

Now where's Nicki?

- I mean, she was supposed to work

the night the bar got raided,

but she hasn't showed up,

and I've been calling her

and she has not been hittin' me back.

- Great, now I've gotta find a whole new fuckin' bartender

before we open up the club.

- I can do it.

I normally covered the bar on Nicki's days off.

- Okay, cool.

Meet me in my office in 30 minutes

so we can discuss details.

- Okay.

- Honey, follow me.

(tense instrumental music)

- I see you ain't waste no time

settling in this motherfucker, huh?

- Nah, not at all.

I mean, especially considering

Brick 'bout to be doing some time.

Figured I'd go ahead and make myself comfortable.

- Sure, I feel you.

- I bet you do.

Speaking of feeling me,

word around this motherfucker

is that you lookin' for a better paying job.

- I'm always down to make some more money.

- Mm.

I like the sound of that.

Considering all things,

you ready to prove to me why you deserve a promotion?

(tense instrumental music)

- Boom, what the fuck?

You supposed to call me when you found out about Brick

and you ain't saying shit, I've been worried.

- I know, I know, I've been tied up trying to figure out

what the fuck happened to Tiffany,

so I can tell Brick something when I go visit him.

I just gotta put you on the visiting list, that's all.

- So he put you on the visiting list, and not me?

- Look Kyra, it's a lotta shit goin' on right now.

Tiffany, Brick's wife, is missing right now.

How the fuck it look if some chick he fucking with

come see him while his wife missing?

- Wow.

Boom, you outta all people

know I ain't just some chick he fuckin'.

Me and Brick is in love.

- And what I know don't fuckin' matter right now, Kyra.

Look, the only thing Brick needs to focus on is this case,

and what the fuck happened to his wife, that's it.

Damn!

- So, does this mean I got the job?

- No.

But it does mean that you still have a job.

Now, if you'll excuse yourself,

I got some shit I need to take care of.

I'm sorry, can I help you with something?

Fuck on.

And don't slam my fuckin' door, either.

Bitch.

(someone knocking)

I could tell right now I'mma have to fire this motherfucker.

What?

Damn.

- Did I come at a bad time?

- Oh, nah.

Come on in.

- [Employee] You said come see you in 30 minutes.

- That I did.

Lookin' good, too.

Take your shirt off.

- Huh?

- I hate repeating myself.

(intense instrumental music)

The fuck you waitin' for?

Come here.

(buzzer ringing)

- What up, bro?

- Nigga, it took yo ass long enough to come see me, nigga.

- I know, bro.

The guys been calling neighborhoods, bro,

trying to find any fucking information, bro.

- Well tell me y'all niggas have found out something.

- We can't find shit.

- What the fuck was you thinking, Boom?

Leaving her in the club by her fucking self, dog?

- You think I wanted to?

You know your wife's stubborn as fuck, bro.

She fuckin' threatened to fire me if I didn't leave.

- Bet she had that fuckin'

little hoe ass gun on her too, huh?

Fuck, dog.

I should've been there.

- Don't blame yourself for this shit, bro.

Anybody thought this shit happen bro,

I'mma take the rap for it.

Should've never left her by herself.

- So I get the fuck up out this bitch

before I drive myself crazy, dog.

- You know Tiffany tough, bro.

She'll be all right.

(Boom sighing)

What's going on with your case, bro?

- Shit ain't looking good.

Somehow the motherfuckers

that planted that badge in my office

to make it look like I had something to do

with that nigga murder, man.

- Why?

I don't get it, man.

- Thank that bitch Kyra boyfriend, dog.

That nigga came to the club

threatening to raid that bitch if I fire her.

- These tender dick ass niggas.

- Yeah well, hopefully my lawyer

can pull a miracle at my hearing in a couple of weeks.

In the meantime, I just need you to hold shit down,

keep an eye on the club for me.

- About that.

- [Brick] What the fuck you mean, about that?

- Your boy Malik called a staff meeting the other day, man.

I get there, he up in that bitch bro

straight trippin', brother.

Like he run that bitch.

Talkin' about something,

he got some power of attorney over you?

- Yeah, I had to give that nigga my power of attorney.

We got a little business we got goin' on right now.

- That nigga power trippin',

like he run that bitch for real.

I don't trust that nigga, Brick.

- Yeah, well right now we ain't got no choice, Boom.

Just keep an eye on that nigga.

- All right, man.

One more thing.

- Goddamn, nigga.

You got more fuckin' bad news than Channel Seven!

- No, bro.

Word is, man, Yaya put you and Tiffany

house up for sale the other day.

(Brick chuckling)

- Of course she did.

I'll handle that bitch when I get out.

I always need another house.

- For sure. (buzzer ringing)

- Trust me. - Time's up, Mr. Davis.

- Last thing I gotta worry about when I get out this bitch

is another crib.

Just hold this shit down, all right?

- [Boom] You say less, bro.

(ominous instrumental music)

(door slams)

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Danny, how we doing?

- Bad, that's how I woke up this morning.

- Hang onto that for me, would you?

- Not a problem.

- What're we looking at?

- African American female, early thirties.

Right now, cause of death is unknown.

(Captain groans)

- That definitely looks like our missing person.

- How can you be so sure from what's left of the remains?

I mean,

I can barely tell if it's male or female.

- At this rate of decomposition, you're gonna have that.

But if you look,

they're wearing the exact same dress

that was provided to us by the family.

- [Officer] Okay, and?

- [Captain] Well, look at the nails.

They're identical.

- Damn.

- [Captain] Definitely looks

like this could be Tiffany Davis.

- I'll get someone to notify the next of kin.

- Right.

Get ahold of the ME, get him out here right away, all right?

I want a full autopsy with a DNA workup, all right?

- I'm on it. - Thank you.

Danny, I want the scene secure, okay?

No media in or out, all right?

I don't want to hear one word of this on the news,

not even on the teaser.

You understand me?

If I hear it, I'mma come have a conversation with you.

- Say no more.

(eerie instrumental music)

* I want the wind *

* To carry me *

(people sobbing)

* Far away from here *

* And as I fly *

* I'll take with me *

* Moments left behind *

- We'll now have closing remarks

from Tiffany's sister, Yaya.

(tense instrumental music)

- I would like to thank you all for coming out

to pay your respects to my sister.

I know Tiffany would be...

She would...

The fuck you doing here?

- Man listen, Yaya.

Tiffany was my wife.

So no matter what you and your bougie ass family think,

I deserve to come say my goodbyes, just like y'all.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Yaya, whoa.

- Your wife?

Was she your wife when you was fucking half the city?

- Man, you really gonna do this shit at your sister funeral?

- Come on now, Yaya.

You know Tiffany would want him to be here.

- Two minutes.

(somber instrumental music)

* So winds have changed *

* Moving me *

- Promise I'mma find out who did this to you.

I'll make them niggas pay, I promise.

(emotional instrumental music)

Thank you.

- No need to thank me.

I did that for my sister.

Trust me, after the hell I'm about to cause in your life,

the last thing you gonna wanna do is thank me.

- Let's go, Davis.

(somber instrumental music)

- Brick.

Why you ain't add me to the visiting list?

I been trying to visit you.

- Ma'am, you need to step away from the prisoner.

- Visit me for what, anyway?

You the reason I'm in this bitch.

- What?

What the fuck do I got to do with why you locked up?

- What about your cop ass boyfriend?

I know he planted that badge in my office

to keep me away from you.

- I can't believe you trying to put all this shit on me

when you the one that was begging me to fuck with yo ass.

- If it weren't for me running behind you,

my wife would be alive right now.

Come on bruh, let's go.

(police radios crackling)

(emotional instrumental music)

- We need to talk, in private.

- Terrance, I'm tired of talking.

I got too much shit goin' on, okay?

- Think you really wanna hear what I gotta say.

Seven P.M. my house.

Oh yeah, that's right.

I got a new place.

I mean, I figured it was time for change.

There's too many old memories,

but I'mma text you the address.

(gentle instrumental music)

- It's cute.

- You like it?

- Pooh.

So what's up?

- So what's up with you and that nigga, Brick?

- I only came over because you said

you had something important to talk about.

But I think I'mma just go.

- Look, I'm sorry, don't go?

We really do need to talk.

- What's up?

Because I can't stay long.

The bar open back up tomorrow,

and I need to be ready.

- You really going back to that fucking bar to work?

- How the fuck else am I supposed

to pay my bills, Terrance?

- Man, fuck that place and those bills.

Look, this place big enough for both of us.

You know you can come here.

- I can't do that. - Wow.

Un-fucking-believable.

So you really do love this nigga, huh?

- Brick don't got shit to do

with why I'm not moving back in with you.

Did you forget the reason I started fucking with him

in the first place was because you couldn't stop

fucking you baby mama behind my back?

Don't get quiet now, nigga.

- Look man, I fucked up, all right?

But I promise you, I'm doing everything I can to fix it.

- Mm-mm, we can't do this.

- Damn, don't you miss me?

Us?

- Look, it's getting dark outside

and you know I don't like driving late at night,

so I'mma just go now.

- Why don't you just stay here tonight?

I mean, I brought some of your stuff from the old house.

You're good.

I mean, or you could just wear my shit.

- Terrance.

- All right, look, I'll just sleep on the couch tonight

just to let you know I ain't even on that.

- The couch, Terrance.

And the only reason I'm agreeing to this

is because I had a long ass day, and I'm tired as hell.

- So, maybe we can catch a movie or something-

- Goodnight, Terrance.

(ominous instrumental music)

(sultry instrumental music)

* That's all right with me *

* Fall down like the leaves *

* Said that you don't love me no more that's on me *

* Yes that's on me *

* Took time to agree *

* We should let it rest *

* Our relationship OD *

(monitors beeping)

* Like pills and codeine *

* Like pills and codeine *

* Like pills and codeine *

* Like pills and codeine *

* Like pills and codeine *

* Like pills and codeine *

- Now you seen those keys I put in yo purse earlier.

That mean you moving back in?

- Terrance, don't start.

- Damn, so what we just did ain't mean shit?

- It was a mistake, I was just caught in the moment.

- So I'm a mistake now?

- Come on now, you know I don't mean it like that.

But whether you like it or not, I'm with Brick.

And you got a lotta shit to figure out with yo baby mama.

- Brick, bro.

You wasn't just saying that when you was fucking me, Kyra.

- Fuck you, Terrance.

- You think that nigga love you?

I love you.

That nigga just using you for a piece of ass

and to do his dirty work for him.

- Dirty work?

- Yeah, what you think I ain't know

that you was helping that nigga sell drugs out his club?

I'm the fucking police, Kyra.

- So let me ask you a question.

Did you set Brick up, Terrance?

- Man, that nigga set hisself up.

- I see why you can't stop fucking with yo baby mama.

Y'all are both two miserable, messy ass motherfuckers.

Y'all deserve each other.

(tense instrumental music)

(buzzer ringing) (ominous instrumental music)

- Mr. Davis.

- Mr. Neil. - What's up, man?

- Tell me you got some good news for me.

- I wouldn't call it necessarily good.

But it is promising.

- Guess that's better than nothing, right?

- Yes, sir.

So that badge that was found in your office

does, in fact, belong to Officer Marcus.

- Man, I already told them motherfuckers

I don't know how it got there.

- Course you don't.

I know you not about to have a badge sitting in your office.

But I did have a third party

perform a DNA fingerprint test on the badge.

- Okay, and?

- And what they found is really interesting.

Found several sets of fingerprints on that badge.

The first set belongs to Officer Marcus,

which is pretty obvious.

That's his badge, right?

But here's where the shit gets interesting.

The second set of fingerprints right here?

Belongs to your boy,

your best friend, Malik.

- Malik?

What the fuck?

- Oh, hold on.

Shit gets deeper.

The last set of fingerprints right here?

Belongs to your wife, Tiffany.

- Tiffany?

(intense instrumental music)

- The doors of the Dirty D open up in 30 minutes

and I need all hands on deck.

(intense instrumental music)

- Case of State of Michigan versus Brick Davis

on the charges of money laundering, drug trafficking.

- [Officer] So what's up with this Tiffany Davis murder?

Any new leads?

- Doc, I'm kind of concerned for his safety.

Especially with him being the key witness

in such a high profile case.

- I need you to make sure that nigga Brick stays locked up.

- We got one of your officers under investigation.

- We got a agreement, and y'all niggas gonna stick to it.

- Oh no, see what you not gonna do

is disrespect my daughter in front of my grandson.

- So lying to him about

who the fuck his father is ain't disrespectful?

- I don't want you seeing him, Shea.

- You don't want me seeing anybody.

- Look at this point, I don't give a fuck who you deal with,

but I damn sure don't want you seeing him.

(intense instrumental music)

* People wanna talk that talk in reality *

* You have not seen me in action *

* You think the come up comes overnight *

* You ain't behind the scenes *

* Trust me these scenes don't just happen *

* No shade to Gerald but Gs don't come easy *

* When you trying to eat off producing and rappin' *

* I read that contract you sent me to sign *

* But excuse me, I can't help myself *

* I'm just laughing, hey *

* You tried to cut out a piece of my pie *

* And I asked you politely what sentence you offer me *

* Yo, I produce all my own beats *

* And I have no intention of losing my publishing *

* Yeah, independent individual *

* Boy I been eating off passive residuals *

* Yeah, let's be professional *

* Thanks for your time *

* But I had to decline at that principal *

* Ha, I've been scheming up a plan, hey *

* I've been saving all I can, hey *

* You can call me David Ramsey *

* The way I handle these bands, hey *

* We ain't messing with the old model, oh *

* New era new cue we full throttle, oh *

* Know that the come up is not a fluke *

* My amigo said focus no wonder boo *

* After I get it I reinvest *

* After I get it I reinvest *

* After I get it I reinvest *

* Stackin' stackin' stackin' puttin' back in it *

* After I get it I reinvest *

* After I get it I reinvest *

* After I get it I reinvest *

* Stackin' stackin' stackin' puttin' back in it *

* Get it, get it, get it, get it, *

* Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it *

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